𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈:
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐛

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𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈

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WALKING AND WALKING AND WALKING FOR LIMITLESS TIME AND MILES INTO THE THICK FOREST, MY MIGRAINE WAS GETTING ALL THE MORE WORSE.

If that was even possible.

Not only it hadn't stopped for three days, but it wasn't getting any better too.

If only we had some Tylenol.

Bad thing is, I couldn't even complain!  Dustin was talking to himself, Steve was hitting on Nancy -trying at least-, Lucas and Max thought that now was the best time to catch up, Robin was third-wheeling to Nancy and Steve as she rumbled about how we confronted the Russians last year and Eddie was in his own little world, kicking rocks right and left, staring at the sky while walking and almost tripping over a million times.

I huffed in annoyance and boredom as we walked through the tall series of trees.
I am almost certain I even saw that path before.

If we're walking in circles, I swear to God-

"Woah!" Eddie said, grabbing me from the waist and upper arm on the last minute, before I face planted. "Easy there. We don't want you getting hurt now, do we?"

"N-No." I stuttered, feeling my cheeks heating up. "I guess." I added, before standing up, grasping onto Eddie's denim, as I slipped on the slimy surface of the rocks.

"If you like my denim so much, just ask for it." He said, winking.

"Yeah sure." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks anyway." I said, stabilizing myself before both of us started walking again.

"Don't mention it." He smiled.

But noticing we were behind the rest of the group, we raised our pace.

"Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?" Eddie asked, as we were currently -practically- running, to keep up with the younger boy.

He kept going nonetheless, and Eddie got ahold of my hand, clasping it harder into his larger one, before continuing.

"I think we're getting close!" Dustin muttered, turning around to look at us with a stupid smile, as he went further towards the lake, he hadn't yet noticed.

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